As I fall in love with Love, Love sits me down for a chat with a cup of tea.
“So you are in love with me?” Love asks.
“Falling in love…” I correct Love.
“And how far will you go?” Love asks.
“I think I want to love you entirely,” I look into Love’s twisted eyes.
“Are you ready for that?” Love asks.
“I think so,” I say with pride.
“You see… You don’t yet understand what that really means. You have some strength but you are still very weak,” Love sips on some tea.
“What do you mean?”
“You love the sunshine. You love the beautiful songs. You love your wonderful family. You love dogs that lick your face. You love the opportunities you have been given. You love your ability to see, hear, feel, and speak. You love your breathing lungs. You love your pain and what it has taught you. You love the books you have read. You love the hope that fills your heart. And you love the people that come as heroes when disaster strikes,” Love smiles. “And that is why I love you too! But haven’t you been told that I am so much more than that? You love me for my sunshine and rainbows, but what about my rain?”
“I have told you that I love my pain and what it has taught me so of course I love your rain!” I protest.
“But are you ready to understand that Love is everything? There is nothing else…”
“Oh.”
“This is my song,” Love says.
“How is it that I am always wrong?” I ask.
“Does that bother you?” Love asks.
“Yes and no,” I chuckle.
“You know I am always right?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Even when I am wrong?” Love asks.
“Your wrongness only creates a brighter rightness,” I say.
“Love,” Love says.
“Love,” I say.
“So you are in love with me!” Love winks and sticks out her tongue.
We silently finish our tea. It warms the inside.
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